The things we don't talk about catch
In my hair, invisible webs strung
between here and there, and people
and places we've known and been;

The things we don't talk about, words
we'd choke to speak, the stories we
Keep inside, afraid of what else
might leak if we let go, when we let go

The things we don’t talk about, float
In the air; dust motes of thoughts
And we try not to stare or meet their
Eyes; yes, we try - sometimes we fail

The things we don't talk about live
in the spaces between; in between
intention and outcome, in that viscous
place between hope and dreams;

The simple truth, I’m afraid,
With all the things we can’t say,
We talk so much anyway, but we
Don’t talk about much these days


NCL September 2019